To Nujabes Instrumental musicI don’t need languagesI don’t need dialogThe essence I crave forIs the music without wordsLet the sound take me awayWithout listening what the song they say.The sound of strings, trumpet and drumsI love the sound of the backgroundI love music beforeBut I love definitelyThanks to the guy name NUJABES.RIPBless your soulCasuse of you,You have change my world.THANK YOU.
Something gotta give.Something gotta giveSomething have to changeThis fight can’t going oneFor the rest of our daysSomeone have to step upSomeone have to confessTo one person who is rightFrom the person who is a messBut why it stay the same?Cause someone can bare the shameOr they are afraidWhat the other person may say.What if the sacrifice,Of saying SORRY.Won’t change anything,And end up being NOTHING.Something gotta give.This can’t go on.Someone MUST take the punishmentAnd say they was wrong…I’ll be the one…
My RecoveryMy Fear, My Doubt, My Self-esteemMy way to Recovery.My Lost, My Hurt, My painMy Recovery is not easyMy Faith, My Hope, My DreamOf my life I wanted to be.My Path, My Way, My JourneyMy Travel to RecoveryMy travel is longFor I am 30 years oldI don’t know I far I travelI didn’t know I was that strongI stand on my ownWithout being alone.To be more independently.Even With my disabilityTo stand more proudlyBut it wasn’t easy.But my God is with me.To my path recovering.My path of recoveryMy path of healingFor this is not the end for me.It only just the beginning.
Professor Utonium would be mad Blossom entry 2“‘Good girl go bad!’ I heard that on the radio. I didn’t tell my sister about Brick or I secretly went on dates with the sinful bad guy. But I know Bubbles been seeing Boomer, and Bunny with that new guy, Buster. Buttercup and Butch??? Nah. They fight way too damn much.”Blossom giggle. Those fighters.“But it was our first date that leave me breathless.”She stopped. “Brick…” she whisper his name.“He pick a crazy location for us to meet: at a cemetery. I would’ve curse him out when I got there but he leave some petals to guide me through. I end up in a cemetery garden. There he set up a picnic. We was surrounded by flowers. For once I saw him dressing…nice.I have more than one emotion inside me at that time: flatter, scared, curious, and embarrass. And in the same time, I thought I was crazy of doing this, going out a date with a bad boy.He got an Italian food for us to eat…and some wine…r